This is the dope on dope
Smoke but don't choke on, it's the ****
Clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, the bomb

For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standing there
Then I'll roll one tonight
Fo' your sorrows

In my chair
As I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight
Fo' your sorrows

Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe

Back to the rhymin', back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk-tsk kick
Slap, y'all ***** better think that was it
We everywhere
(Biatch)

Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds

Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
*****, one of my favorite rappers
Happens to be Too $hort

Now everybody wanna sell dope
(Sell dope)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes
(Nope)

Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll back in nineteen eighty four
(Eighty four)

For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standing there
Then I'll roll one tonight
Fo' your sorrows

Just to let you know that everything is straight
I says thank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you ***kin' with a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste
Kill yourself

Like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a ***le
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth reading magazines?

'Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the levee scream made the folks evacua-eez
Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean

When we shoutin' Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G B-O-I, *****, please

For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standing there
Then I'll roll one tonight
Fo' your sorrows

In my chair
As I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend